That evening, Paul and Anne Weaver were out by the pool with their teenaged children as they waited for Kathy and Wayne to arrive.

"What are you kids going to do tonight?" Paul asked Susan, his daughter.

"Richie's taking me to a movie," she answered, referring to her brother, who was two years older than she was.

"I wish we could stay here," sighed Richie. "I don't know why we always have to get lost when you have guests."

"Because," their father tried to explain, "I don't believe they should hang around with the adults."

Later, when Richie and Susan had left for the movie, Anne turned to her husband.

"It's hard for them to understand we can't have them around," sighed the raven-haired beauty. "But we can't let them find out that we swing with most of our friends."

"How about Wayne and Kathy tonight?" asked Paul. "Do you think it's time to introduce them to a little wife-swapping?"

"I think Wayne is probably ready," smiled Anne, languidly stretching in her brief bikini. "But I don't think we can rush Kathy."

"What do you think, we should do about it?" he asked.

"Well," mused Anne, "I think if I could seduce Wayne, then we could probably get him to bring Kathy into the act."

"I hope so," grinned Paul. "I sure wanta fuck that cute blonde."

"Then I'd better get Wayne into the sack."

"When?"

"Tonight," she answered. "U you can find some excuse to get Kathy away from here for an hour."